Democracy is that form of society, no matter what its political classification, in which every man has a chance and knows that he has it.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.

Old gold has a civilizing virtue which new gold must grow old to be capable of secreting.

Wealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.